Paul F. McCann

AS CHILDREN CRY OUT FOR PEACE

I heard them crying outside my door again, someone had died.
For the loss of a loved one all night long the children had cried.
The troubles came and peace left Belfast, and to tell you the truth.
People lost their lives and the police didn’t need any proof.

I heard the voice of children cry “Is my Daddy coming home?”
The heat was on the street but war it chilled me down to the bone.
Some thought they were right. Others said they were wrong. God knows the truth.
Their excuse is; an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.
Tit for tat took us to that, but no one has the right to kill.
The children are crying out for peace and they are fighting still.